The age of reflection

As someone who just acknowledged* the passing of yet another year since my birth, I couldn’t help but reflect a bit on how long I’ve been around.

I suspect some think I’m kidding when they hear me say I’m surprised to be here. While I am happily surprised, I am serious nonetheless. I would never have predicted this.

My written reflection will be brief, but the day and its inexplicable milestone status had me thinking more than usual about family and friends who died far, far too young.

I miss them. I hope to honor them this year by making it one of my best as a husband, father, grandfather, brother and friend.

Out walking around...
Out walking around…

* Celebrated would be an exaggeration. My actual age in human years is irrelevant unless you’re going to offer me a discount on something.

2 thoughts on “The age of reflection

  1. I can relate. I passed the age when my parents died this year. Really plays with your head. Now I wait…..

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  2. Hi there, Russ. It certainly gives a person a different perspective, doesn’t it?

    I hope all’s well with you. “Now I wait….” is a little disconcerting.

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